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By JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER, Author of "A Soldier oj Manhattan," "The Sun of Saratoga." Etc. 'Why, Marcel-Phil Marcel !" he cried in surprise. "Is it yon?" "Yes, it is I, colonel. " "And the lady?" "The lady is ray prisoner, colonel, an English spy!" "Did she give you that "wound on your head?" "I said a lady, colonel. " Every hat came off, and there was admiration as well as respect in the bow that each trooper made. "The lady carried the news of our most important movements," 1 said, "and I was compelled to hold her a - prisoner. " "Sou have done well, Mr. Marcel, " said my colonel. I thought so too. Perhaps I had done better than I thought "Now that I have brought the pris? oner in,,s I said, "I will have to resign her into your hands, colonel. " "It will be but for a brief space, for the camp of Morgan is only three miles back. There are some American women there who will take care of her. " "But I wish to remind you of one thing, colonel." "What is that?" "A lady cannot be shot or hanged as a spy, even though she be a spy. " He laughed the deep, hearty laugh that I like to hear from a man. "Have no fear," he said. "Weare Americans. " Then he laughed again that deep, res? onant laugh which I like. "I will send two men back with you and the prisoner, but I am on a scout to find Tarleton and ascertain when he is likely to attack us. " "Do we mean to make a stand?" I asked. For the third time he laughed. "Why, boy," he said, "you don't expect Morgan, who was with Arnold, the hero of Saratoga, to run away, do you? He only wanted a little time to drill his men and get his grip on them, and nowne's ready to welcome Tarleton to the fray. " "Then you will have Tarleton by morning," I said, and I explained all that I had heard or learned otherwise in my Sight with the prisoner, to which he listened with an interest that indi? cated its importance and made me feel mine. "Good! Good, Marcel!" he exclaimed more than once. "This is precisely "what we wanted to know. And so Mr. Tarleton is hot on our heels and will attack in the morning? Well, Philip Marcel, I think you will see tomorrow as pretty a little battle as was ever fought on this continent, and neither Colonel Tarleton nor I nor any other can tell yet what the result will be. " Julia was standing by me, and her old spirit suddenly flamed up. "I can," she said, "and I only hope that instead of falling in the battle you will be taken a prisoner, for tomorrow night your army will not exist. " "Miss Howard," said Colonel Wash? ington, bowing-I had given her name -"we have more admiration for the ladies than confidence in their military predictions. " CHAPTER X. EN MORGAN'S CA3?P. . Then we proceeded to the encamp? ment, and Colonel Washington himself went with us, his plans being changed by my news. My head was buzzing j with excitement. We were going to j fight Tarleton at last, though with all | the odds against us, numbers, discipline ! and arms, while Tarleton himself had won his reputation as the ablest and most successful cavalry commander in the British service. We might again experience the disgrace and disaster of Camden, but Morgan was no Gates, and perhaps, on the other hand, we might equal the exploit of the wild borderers at King's Mountain, though it was a little too much to hope for that. But still we would fight, and to- a young man it always seems better to fight than to run. "Old comrade, ' 1 said to my horse, "we fight the enemy tomorrow!" He nodded joyously and then looked gravely at the bandage around my head. "It is nothing. " 1 said. "1 will take it off tonight My head is weil " 'He nodded again, as if all his trou? bles were over. The wife of Captain Dunn of the South Carolina militia was in the camp, a lady whom 1 knew, my distant kins? woman, and Julia was given into her charge "Take good care of her. Cousin An? na," 1 said. "Remember that she is my prisoner " "Your prisoner, is she?" she replied enigmatically. "But remember. Philip, that the captor often becomes the cap? tive. ' "Cousin Anna, " 1 said indignantly. "I hope you are not geing to preach our defeat by Tarleton on the very eve of battle. It will have a discouraging ef? fect- " "I said nothing about the battle. Go and attend to your work. Philip. ? will take care of the girl. " To Julia i said: "We fight tomorrow, and I may not see you again. " Then I bent down and kissed her lips. She replied very simply and earnestly : "May Von live through it, Philip!" Cousin Anna's back was turned, and ?he did not see or hear. I turned away and began to examine the camp and this field, destined to be the scene of a memorable battle which was itself the opening of one of the greatest, most skillful and successful campaigns ever conducted on the soil of our continent. We were on a long slope, consisting of several hills rising above each other like the seats of an amphitheater, though at a much greater elevation, as the slope was so slight that it offered no impediment to rLu- gallop of a horse. Th?* -u w.-rv u:ttherh?2 vu old rails. which' they were rising" "for the ca fires, and I noticed many old tract the feet of animals. To my question of the men said : "We are going to fight where cows pastured. Don't you know 1 this army is camped on the cow peu a very worthy man named Hannah? . these rails are the last that are lei bis pens. " Behind us flowed the wide, deep unfordable Broad river, retreat thus ing cut off in case of defeat. I asked meaning of this strange military : neuver which meant either victor? destruction, and again the explanat was ready : "More than half of our men are m tia, and you can never tell whet militia will run like rabbits or fi like devils. All early signs fail, J General Morgan says it's cheaper have the river behind us and make : fight than to station regulars in rear to shoot down the cowards. " Presently I saw General Morgan h: self passing among the men and prep ing for the expected attack in the mo ing. This was one of our real heroes fighter and leader and no politician man whom the great Washington teemed and loved to reward. I had si him at Saratoga and elsewhere, and figure as well as his name always dr attention. Over six feet high and br in proportion, with a weight of S pounds, and a large, fine, open face, was a type of the true American, 1 best of all men in mind and body. There was plenty of provender in 1 camp, and I gave Old Put the first so meal that had come to him in seve: days, I wanted him to be in good tr for the morrow, for he and I were take our proper place with Washir ton's cavalry, to which we belongi only a handful of men, but able a ! true and capable of doing great thir j in the nick of time. There had be j some question about the bandage on i head, which I wore as a precauti against taking cold in the scalp WOUE but I showed that it was only a trif and Colonel Washington rightfully i j marked that such a slight wound won J only increase a man's efficiency on t battlefield. Then he presented me wi a fine saber, which I needed badly, aj told me to lie down on the ground a: go to sleep, but I could not sleep jr then, and with the freedom of our col nial armies I roamed about the encara ment. The campfires flared up in the co -January darkness. The men sat aroui them, talking and playing cards wi old greasy cards or singing the son, of the hills and the woods. Some of tJ soldiers were asleep on their blanke or the bare ground, for we were alwa; a ragged and unhoused army at tl best, and only a few of the o?icers he tents. A sharp breeze came from across tl river, and the flames bent to it, the light flickering over wild, brown fa? that knew only the open air, win< rain, hail or whatever came. Most < them still carried their curved au carved powderhorns and their bulli pouches, inseparable companions, ov< their shoulders, and their long, slend( barreled rifles, so unlike the Britis muskets, lay at their sides. Smoke rose from the fires and ble1 in the faces of the men, deepening th brown and giving them another shad of the Indian. A curse mingled no^ j and then with the singing and the tal of the card players, and from the' bei ders cf the camp came the stamp of th horses and an occasional neigh. In th darkness, half lighted.by the reelin fires, the camp became a camp of wil men, whose faces the wavering ligb molded into whatever grotesque image it chose. We were but a little army, only 90 strong, but many of us had come grea distances and from places wide apart An arc of 1, OOO miles would scarce cove all our homes. There were the militia South Carolinians and Georgians, ra\ troops, whom one can never trust ; thei the little remnant of the brigade tha De Kalb bad led on the fatal day o Camden, splendid soldiers whose lin the whole British army could not break the survivors now eager to avenge th? disgrace their brethren suffered on tha day; then the stanch Virginia troops that we knew would never tail, and nea: them our two or three score of cavalry men under Washington-a little army 1 say again, but led by such leaders a? Morgan, Washington. Howard anc Pickens! Down the slopes the sentinel* were on watch, but there was no fear ol a surprise, for the scouts were jusi bringing m word that Tarleton coule not come before daylight, and then, owing to the slope and the open ground, . his approach would be seen for a great . distance The new men talked the most, some I about the coming battle, eagerly, volu? bly, others about things the farthest from it, but in the same eager, voluble, unreal tone. The veterans were silent mostly, and already with the calm and hardihood of long usage were seeking the rest and sleep which they knew they would need. A tall, thin man, with a wild face, whoin 1 took to be one of the preachers at the great revival ! meetings so common on the border. : rose in the midst of the camp and be gan to speak Some listened, and some went on with the talking and card play i ing. I could hear the rustle <;f thcpaste ? board as the cards were shulSecL He ; was a fighting preacher, for he exhorted them to strike with ali their strength : in the coming battle and if they must : die to d>y like Christian heroes. He prayed to God for the success of our j arms, then stepped down from the btump on which he had stood and dis . appeared from my sight. He fought in the front line of the South Carolina militia the next day. I sought my own place in our troop and lay down upon one half of my blanket, with the other half above me. Old Put gnawed at some fodder beside me. "Wake me up in the morning when ! you see the first red gleam of the Brit ; ish coats, old comrade," I said, and, j knowing that he would do it. I closed j my eyes. But sleep would not come just yet, and I opened my eyes agajn to see that I thc fires were sinking und 'the clark I was coining down nearer to the er : Half the men were asleep already: I others were quiet, seeking sleep. ' the steady breathing of near 1,000 I in a close space made a strange, v ! tiing noise like that of the wind, flaring blaze would throw a strea light across a sleeping soldier, shov j only a head or a leg or an arm, i the man had been disjointed. I wi hear the faint rattle of a sentry's lock and the heavy hoof of a horse i crowded his comrades for room, officer in dingy uniform would s across the field to see that all was ri and over us all the wind moaned thc darkness gathered close up to edge of the dying fires. Weakness o powered my excited brain and ner j and I slept. CHAPTER XI. THE BATTLE. I was awakened in the morning the shoving of Old Put's cold n which said as plain as speech, "R my master, and prepare for the < my. " Most of the other men were and the camp cooks had breakfast rea bread, meat and coffee I threw off blanket and began to eat with the < ers. It was the misty region betw night and day, but the scouts had cr. in, telling us that the Er i tish wo soon be at hand, and by the time j breakfast had been dispatched the : of the sun appeared in the east, and day was coming. Then the gent formed the line of battle, and each o? took his appointed place. On the first rise of the slope stood South Carolina and Georgia militia, raw troops, in a line about a sixth c mile long, under the command of iron nerved Pickens. They were pected to give way before the charge the enemy, but Pickens was ordered hold them in line until they could j liver at least two volleys with the p I cisi?n in firing which all these farr boys possessed. Then they were to ret j behind the veteran regulars, under He ard, who were on the second slope 1 yards in their rear. An equal dista; behind the second rise sat we caval: men on cur horses, commanded to p on our reins and wait the moment ur. which the fate of the battle should tm Thus stood cur little army, awaiti the rush cf the battle which, as I ha said, was to be one of the most imp? ? tant and decisive of our war. I stroh j Old Put's neck and bade him be co I but he was as calm as I and needed such encouragement. The man on r left, Dick Patterson, a Marylander, srj denly whispered: "Don't you hear that faint rumbli: noise, Phil? That's the hoof beats cavalry. " "Silence there!" called the colonel ? No ene spoke again ; but, bending n j ear forward. I could hear the far dru ? of the horses' hoofs, and I knew that ti English army was coming. Old P raised his head and snuffed the air. red gleam appeared upon the horizt and broadened rapidly. A thrill and deep murmur ran the length and bread; of our army. "Oh, if these militiamen will on j stand until the general bids them r tire!" groaned the colonel. That he believed they would not knew, since it is a hard thing for ne men to stand the rush of a seasout ! army superior in numbers and equi] I ment. The sun was just swinging clear ( the earth and betokened a brilliai morning, yet it was cold with the ra damp that often creeps into a Sout Caroiina winter, and 1 for one wishe j that the men could see a little more c j the day and loosen their muscles a littl better before they fought. The whole British army now appeal ed in the plain, cavalry, infantry an fieldpieces in a great red square, could plainly see the officers givin their orders, and I knew that the attac would come in a few minutes. "Eleven hundred of them and no ra\ troops, " said Colonel Washington. " W know that exactly from our scouts, think our cavalry will have somethin; to do today.: * One officer, in the gayest of uniforms 1 took to be the barbarian Tarleton, tb British leader whom we hated most o all, for, with all his soldierly qualities I he was a barbarian, as most of hi: brother British officers themselves say. 1 wanted to see the faces of thos< ! farmer boys down there on the slop? J who were to receive the first and fierces: ; rush of the enemy and to check it. ] i knew that many of them were white tc ! the eyes, but their t backs were towarr I me, and I could not see. I "They don't appear to move,:' whis j pered Patterson "Their line looks ai j firm as if it were made of iron. " "Like untempered iron, I guess." 1 replied- "break like glass at the first ! shot. " ; A bugle sounded in the front of thc British lines, and its notes, loud and j mellow, came to us, but from oar ranks ! rose only the heavy breathing and the j shuiiling ol' men and horses. Thu trumpet call was followed by a j che^r from more than a thousand j throats, and then the British rushed upon us. The brass fieldpieces on theil flanks opened with the thunder that be ! tokens the artillery, and mingled with their roar were the rattle of the small ! arms, thc throb of the drums and the ! clamorous hoof beats of their numerous cavalry. Thu face of their red line blazed with fire, their red uniforms glowing through it like a bloody gleam, wink- the pol? ished bayonets flashed in front. "They are firing too soon and coming too fast," said Colonel Washington. "By (rod, look at those militiamen! They are standing like the Massachu? setts farmers at Bunker Hill." j It was so. The raw line of plowboys j never wavered. It bent nowhere and was still as straight and strong as an j iron bar. The plowboys knelt down, and, as the British cheer rose and the red line flaming in front swept nearer, up went tile long barreled border rifles. I fancied that I could hear Bickens' command to fire, but I did not, and then all the rifles along a line a sixth of a niile long were fired so close to gcthei ilnC titO ai?cn.%rge wa? uke explosion of the greatest cannon ii: tho world The smoke rose m a thick black ci? which a moment hiter Scated a ?< feet above the earth and revealed British squares, shattered and >v p; the ground in front cf them red v the tallen, the officers shouting and forming their lines, while our own p lads, still as steady as the hills, y reloading their rifles with swift steady hands. We cavalrymen raised a great sh of approval, which the regulars on rise in front of ns took up and repeal A second volley was all that we asked from the militiamen, and it1 sure now. Even as our cheer was ec ing it was delivered with all the c< ness and deadly precision of the fi: Again the British line reeled and st ped, but they were veterans, led by fiery Tarleton, and they came on a th time, only to meet the third of tl deadly volleys, which swept down tl: front lines and blocked the way w their own dead and dying. "The battle is won already, " shou Colonel Washington, "and it's farmer boys of South Carolina i Georgia who have won it!" Never did veteran troops show m gallantry and tenacity than those sa farmer boys on that day. Two voil were all that were asked of them, not merely once or twice, but ma times, they poured in their deadly v leys at close range,, again and ag; hurling back the British veterans, w doubled them in number and were si ported by artillery and many caval while we old soldiers in the two li] behind stood silent, not a gun or a ber raised, and watched their valor. They retired at last, not broken, 1 in perfect order and at the command Pickens, that we who stood behind th< might have the chance to do our part the day's work. The smoke hung low in clouds a half hid either army, British and Ami ican. A brilliant sun above pierc through it in places and gleamed clumps of men, some fallen, some st fighting. Shrieks and groans strove i a place with the curses and shouts. Again rose the British cheer frc the throats of all those who stood, f< the militiamen retiring before the] they thought it was a battle won, a: they charged with fresh courage a] vigor, pouring forward in a red av lanche. But the regulars, the steai old Continentals, who now confront them, received them with another vc ley, and more infantrymen fell down the withered grass, more riderless hors galloped away. The battle had rolled a step nearer us, but we cavalrymen, who formed tJ third line, were still silent and sat wi tight reins, while directly in front of i rose a huge bank of flame and smoke : which friend and enemy struggled ai fought. Even Old Put, with his in nerves, fretted and pulled cn the rein The long line of the British overla ped the Continentals, whom they on num bered three to one, and the genera whose gigantic figure I could si through the haze of smoke, ordered the: to retreat lest they should be flanked. Again the British cheer boomed 01 when they saw the regulars givir. ground, for now they were sure th: victory was theirs, though more hard] won tuan they had thought. But tl retreat of the regulars was only a feir and to give time for the militiamen bi hind them to come again into actioi General Morgan galloped toward u; waving his sword to Washington, an every one of us knew that our m omer had come. "Forward!" was the single cominan of our leader, and the reins and the SB bers swung free as we swept in a semi circle around the line of our friend and then at the enemy. At the sam moment the regulars, ceasing to yield charged the astonished foe and pour? in a volley at close range, while th militiamen threw themselves in a solii mass upon the British flank. We of the cavalry were but SO strong with 50 more mounted volunteers be hind us under Major McCall, but wi were a compact body of strong horse and strong horsemen, with shortenet rifles and flashing sabers, and we wen driven straight at the heart of the ene my like the cold edge of a chisel. We slashed into the British, already reeling from the shock of the Continen tals and the militiamen, and the} crumpled up before us like dry pape] before a fire. Our rifles were emptied, and the sabers were doing the silent bul mere deadly work. Amid all the wile din of the shouting and the musketrj and the blur of the smoke and the flame I knew little that I was doing except hack, hack, and I was glad of it. J could hear steel gritting on bone, and the smell of leather and smoke and blood arose, but the smoke was still in my eyes, and I could only see enough to strike and keep on striking \W horsemen, l?'O strong, were still a solid, compact body, a long gleaming line like a sword blade thrust through the mar? row of the enemy. We had cut ocr way directly to the heart of the English army, and thei:* broken squares were falling asunder as our line of steel lashed and tore. The red army reeled about over the slopes like a man who has lost power over his limbs. 1 struck at a trooper on my left, but he disap? peared, and a second trooper on my right raised his saber to cut me down. I had no time to 'end oil* tin- blow, and in one swift instaut I expected to take my place with the fallen, but a long muscular brown neck shot our. two rows of powerful white teeth, inc!'!.-ed the man's sword arm. and he screamed aloud in pain and fright. "Do you surrender:"' I cried. "Yes, yes. for God's sake, take him o?Y !" he shouted. "I can tight a mau, but not a man and a wild devil et' a horse at the same time!" "Let him go," I said to Old.Put, and, the horse unclasping his teeth, the man gave up his sword The smoke was lifting and clearing away somewhat, and the fire of the rifles had declined from a steady crackle to jets and spurts. A dozen of the mili? tiamen had .seized one of the brass field Diecesof the British, and Howard's Con : tmentals already nelci the other. Zvery j where cries of * ' I surrender. I surrender ! : Quarter, quarter !" arose from the Brit I ish horse and foot, who were throwing ; down their arms to receive from us that ! quarter which we willingly gave, bat j which the bloody Tarleton har? so often denied to our men i could scarce believe what I saw. The whole British army seemed to be killed, wounded or taken. The muskets and bayonets, the swords and pistols, I rattled as they threw them upon the ground. Whole companies surrendered ; bodily. An officer, his gay uniform i splashed with mud and blood, dashed past me, lashing his horse at every jump. It was Tarleton himself, and be? hind him came Washington pursuing with ali his vigor and lunging at the fleeing English leader with a bayonet fastened at a rifle's end. He returned after awhile without Tarleton, but there was blood on his bayonet. Tarleton, though wounded in the shoulder, escap? ed through the superior speed of his horse, to be taken with Cornwallis and the others at Yorktown. The general raised his swerd and cried to us to stop firing and striking, for the field was won and the battle was over, and he spoke truly. Far away showed the red backs of some of the English fleeing at the full speed of their horses, but they were only a few, and almost their entire army lay upon the field, dead and wounded, cr stood there our prisoners. The defeat that so many of us feared had proved to be the I most brilliant little victory in our his I tory, a masterpiece of tactics and valor, j the decisive beginning cf the great cam i paign which won us back the southern ? colonies, one of the costliest of all her battles to England. I have told you how it was now, just as the histories, both English and American, tell it to you. All honor and glory to the gallant plow? boys of South Carolina and Georgia who received the first shock of the British j army and broke it so bravely ! Of the i 1,100 British veterans who attacked us only 200 escaped from the field, and we took all their cannon, baggage, ammu? nition and small arms, even of those who escaped, for they threw them away in their flight. The killed, wounded and taken just equaled the numbers of our entire army, and we had only 12 men dead. CHAPTER XII. LOOKING AHEAD. I returned toward the Broad river, where, under the lee of a little hill, a tent had held six or seven friendly women. Julia came out, her face still pale, for she had heard all the crash and tumult of the battle. "It is over, Julia, " I said-I had hid my bloody sword-"and the British army no longer exists. " j "And the victory is yours! Yesterday I thought it impossible. " "Your countrymen make the same mistake over and over again, but they pay the price. " We walked toward the field, and we met some men bringing in a gray haired prisoner, a tall, fine looking officer. Julia, crying aloud in her joy, ran for? ward and embraced him. He returned the embrace again and again with the greatest tenderness " Father, " said Julia, "we are now prisoners together. " I watched them for a few minutes, and then I stepped forward and said: "Good morning, Major Howard." He stared at me in the icy way of the Englishman who has been addressed by a stranger "I do not know you, sir, " he said. "My name is Philip Marcel, and i am your future son-in-law. " He was now unable to speak. "It is true, sir," I said. ".Askyour daughter. " He looked at her She smiled and reddened. Old Put was standing by, and he nod? ded his head in approval. He had liked her from the first. "Your daughter is to be my wife," I continued, with emphasis, "and you are to live with us and like us. " These were resounding boasts for a young soldier to make, but they all saine true after Yorktown. THE END. Itlantio Coast lise ILk'ISGT?S, COLUMBIA AND s GUSTA RAILR?AJ. 'Jaied Apr-,! 8, 1901. rRA?Nb , '.':v.(? Sutfi'n. *'J. DO .. p. aa .sa ? s W ??2?a?:o: *Z 4* .eav.- sferioa 6 -0 . r:-!ve ?io:? i 7 25 ?. m. a. sa. eav<: Fiore.' ;-: *8 00 *2 50 irrive Sad ts? 9 15 3 58 So. 6'i .ave Sa.r.::. 9 15 *9 23 arrive C::-^u. iO 40 10 5!> No. .VJ r?G3 f.h.?agh from Charleston entrai R. 3 , leaving Charleatot 6 25 * Boes 8 02 a m, Manning S 50 a m TRAliSS GOING NORTH. ~*o. 54 NoTo? a. m. p. m ea78 ?olausoi ?j 40 v4 in Arrive Sumter ,S 03 t 3D Nc. 32 ?.. m. p. m ,eave Seana- 3 05 *t? 24 '.rave Florene- 3 20 7 35 ft. m. eave Florene: 10 00 ieave Marion 10 35 \rrive Wilavag.oc 1 25 *Daily tDaily ez;-epf Sunda?. No 53 runs toronga to Charleston, S . ?a Central R. R., arriviue Manning 6 Oi ? ,i ,Lanes G.43 rr, Charleston 8.30 p m. Tr*:ns on Conway Branch leave Obadbo:; r ll 50 a co, arrive Conway 1 3J p ra, reta: n ng ie*i7i' Conway 3 40 pm, anive Chao ?>nurc f? 20 pm, leave Chadboam 5 35 p n. irrive E!rod S 10 D ni, rerorninc ieav* Kiroo 8 40 a ra, arrive Ch^dbourn ll 2 , a m Da' ?icept Sunday J R. KEN?JY, Gen'! Manager, r. M. EMERSON, Traffic Manage:, w . i RSON G?nM Pass Agen top E? tension R. R Conj Schedule No. 4-lo effect 12.01 a. rn , Si ri December 24, 189S Betwee. Camden's. C., nnd Blacksbarg, g. C WEST._ EAST. 2d cl 1st c: . 1st cl 2dci *3o *33 Eastern tiree. *32 ?34 pm pm STATIONS. pm pm 8 20 12 50 Rameen 12 25 6 3c 8 50' 1 15 Dekalb ll 02 4 50 9 20 1 27 Westville 11 50 4 30 10 50 1 40 Kerebaw ll 35 4 Ic 11 20 2 10 Heath Snrings 11 20 3 15 11 35 2 15 Pleasant Hill 11 15 3 06 12 30 2 35 Lancaster 10 55 2 35 1 00 2 f 0 Riverside 10 40 1 00 1 20 3 OG Springdell 10 30 12 40 2 30 3 10 Catawba Junction 10 20 12 20 2 50 3 20 Leslie 10 IC 1100 3 10 3 40 Rock Hill IC 00 10 40 4 10 3 55 New Port 9 35 8 20 4 45 4 02 Tirzah 9 30 8 OG 5 30 4 20 Yorkville 9 15 7 30 6 00 4 35 Sberoo 9 00 6 5o 6 25 4 50 Hickory Grove 8 45 6 20 6 35 5 00 Smyrna 8 35 6 00 7 00 5 20 Blacksbarg 8 15 5 3C p m o ra a m a m Between Blacfeeburg, S. C., and Marion. N C WEST. EAST 2d cl 1st c! 1st cl 2d ci *11 *33 Eastern time. *32 *12 a ra Dm STATIONS am pm 8 10 5 30 Blacksbarg 7 48 6 40 8 30 5 45 Earls 7 32 6 20 8 40 5 50 Patterson Sprigs 7 25 0 12 9 20 6 00 Shelby 7 ?5 6 CC 1? 00 5 20 Lattimore 6 55 4 10 10 6 28 Mooresboro 6 48 4 40 10 25 6 38 Henrietta 6 38 4 20 10 50 6 55 Forest City 6 20 3 5C 1115 7 10 Rutherfordtoo 6 05 3 25 11 35 7 22 Millwood 5 ?5 3 05 11 45 7 35 Golden Valley 5 40 2 50 12 05 7 40 Thermal City 5 37 2 45 12 25 7 58 Glenwood 5 17 2 20 12 50 8 15 '.Marion 5 00 2 00 pm pm , ampm West. Gaffney Division. East. 1st Class i ^EASTERN TIME, j 1st Cltac 15 I 13 I STATIONS. I 14 j 18 pmam ampm 1 00 6 00 : Blacksburg 7 50 3 00 1 20 6 20 Cherokee Falls 7 30 2 40 1 40 6 40 Gaffney 7 10 2 20 pmam ampm ?Dany except Sunday. Train No 32 having Marion, >T. C., at* a rn, making close connection at Blacksbarg, C, with the Southern's train No 36 for Char? lotte, N C, and all points East and connecting with the Southern's vestibule going to Atlanta, Ga, and all points West, and will receive pas? sengers going East from train No 10, on the C ? N W R R, at Yorkville, S C. at 8 45 a rn, and connects at Camden, S C, with the Southern s train No 78, arriving in Charleston, 8 17 p ir. Train No 34 with passenger coach attach?e leaving Blacksburg at 5 30 a m, and connectinj at Rock Hill with the Southern's Florida trail for all points South., Train No 33 leaving Camden, S C, at 12.5* p m, after the arrival of the Southern's Char leston train connects at Lancaster, S C, with the L & C R R, at Catawba Junction with the S A L, going East; at Ro<-k Kill, S C, with the Southern's traiB, No 34, for Charlotte, N O, and ail points East. Ccnnects at York? ville, S C, with train No 9 on the C ? N W R R. for Chester, SC. At Blacksburg with the Southern's vestibule going East, and the South? ern's train No 35 going West, and connecting ?it Marion N C with the Southern both East and West. SAMUEL HUNT; President S. TRIPP, Superintendent. A.B. LlTpKTN- Gen') Passene-r Ag-nr ?ffi Coast Line Sailni Con? of Sit! Carolina. CONDENSED SCHEDULE. Io effect January 13tb, 1901. SOUTH. NORTB No No No No .35 f57 pe *32 7 55 Lv Darlington Ar 8 15 8 33 Lv Elliott Ar 7 50 9 18 Ar Sumter Lv 6 50 4 01 Lv Sumter Ar 6 "4 4 52 Ar Creston Lv 5 34 5 45 Lv Creston Ar 3 50 9 15 Ar Prevails Lv 19 00 5 16 Orangeburg 5 10? 5 55 Denmark 4 35 7 55 \ Augusta 2 4C imam pm pm ?Daily. fDaily except tfu-day.^ Trains 32 and 35 carry through Pullman PaUce Buffet Sleeping Cars between New Vork and Macon via Augusta. T M EMERSON, H M EMERSON, Traffic Manager Gen'l .?aes. kit R KENLY. ?pn'i M*oa; er. ATLANTIC COAST LIE. TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT. Wilmington, N. C., May 20th, 1901 Fast hine BETWEEN Sont AND NORTH CAROLINA, CONDENSED SCHEDULE y Going West. I lu Effect Jan'y j Going East. No 52 / I 13th, 1901. | No .Tm" " *P m 715 Lv Charleston, S C Ar 8 50 8 33 ' Lv Lanes, SC Ar 7 ll 9 5; Lv Sumter, SC Ar 5 53 1123 Ar Columbia, SC Lv 4 20 pm 12 34 Ar Prosperity, S C Lv 3 07 12 47 Ar Newberry, S C Lv 2 52 1 32 Ar Clinton, SC Lv 2 10 1 50 Ar Laurens, SC Lv 1 50 3 2') Ar Greenville, SC) Lv 12 15 3 20 Ar Spartacburg, S C Lv 12 10 n tu a m 7 13 Ar Winosboro.SC Lv 10 18 9.0 Ar Charlotte, N C Lv 8 10 a m p m 6 11 Ar Hendersoville. N C Lv 9 02 7 15 Ar Asheville, N C Lv 8 00 *Dailv. Nos *2 and 53 ^obd t-aios between Charles I ton and Gree: ville, S C. H M Emersoo, Gen'l Passenger Agent J R Kenlv, T M h mernoo, Geu'l Manager Traffic Mauage